Sunday, May 23, 2010

heaven for the eyes

“the art of living does not consist in preserving and clinging to a particular mood of happiness, but in allowing happiness to change its form without being disappointed by the change; for happiness, like a child, must be allowed to grow up.”

- charles langbridge morgan

“when the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.”

- jimi hendrix

“the woods are lovely, dark and deep, but i have promises to keep, and miles to go before i sleep, and miles to go before i sleep.”

- robert frost

“they who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”

- edgar allen poe

“be not the slave of your own past. plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.”

- ralph waldo emerson

“there is pleasure in the pathless woods;there is rapture on the lonely shore;there is society, where none intrudes,by the deep sea, and music in its roar:i love not man the less, but nature more”

- lord byron

“the real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes”

- marcel proust

“do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”

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"The only people for me are the mad ones - the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles."

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currently....

listening to: the swell season

reading: textbooks. :(

feeling: so terribly excited for another day in biopsych tomorrow morning. no sarcasm, the brain is so fascinating.

wanting: banana bread, a glass of fresh milk, e.e. cummings... oh wait! I already have all of that. :) [thankful.]

quote of today:

i am a little church(no great cathedral)far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities--i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,i am not sorry when sun and rain make april.